It was as if Ms. Owens had been waiting for an excuse to play with her big t**s. She still had on her little black skirt and sitting down, her t**s seemed to hang almost in her lap. She scooped them up and started massaging them.
“Play with those big n*****s of yours you f*****g slut. Tommy likes that too, don’t you Tommy?”
“Yes mom. Please play with your big, beautiful f*****g n*****s you cunt. Hey mom! I can feel it starting to work. I can feel the pressure building.”
Mom looked at the big titted b***h that was mauling her own breasts and said, “You are doing a good job Ms. Owens, keep it up. “We’ll help Tommy relieve that pressure, won’t we Ms. Owens?”
“Under the circumstances, I think you should call me Becky. And yes, we’ll gladly do everything we can to relieve the pressure that
